On Mornings Made Of Sunrise

On mornings made of sunrise, Organic harmonies synchronized Between a song of a lark and Silence, Fleeting thoughts cling At the fringes Of liberated imagination; When the struggle for freedom From one's own reality ensues, A struggle between the rising sun And the medium of mind Which creates it; Much more is manifest Than matter into feeling.

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